Monday, August 28, 2006

Where Everybody Knows Your Name...

Where Everybody Knows Your Name....

I opened my eyes about 8:30 am. Oh Shit!!! I was supposed to be on the road half an hour ago and I havent even started to pack yet.

I jumped in the shower and after that I quickly packed. The car is all loaded and Im ready to leave. I kissed Cami and after about a million hugs, I headed to the car. The phone was ringing while I was about to get in but I couldnt find it. It was in my purse and by the time I got to it, it stopped ringing.

I got in and started the car. Thats when I remembered to check to see who called. Yep it was her. Who I mean. LOLOL I love doing that. Anywho, I called her back and she wanted to know where I was. I told her that I was in my driveway. She was excited by that and it didnt dawn on me why at the time. Later I found out why. LOL

So off I begin on my journey. I debated about stopping at Dunkin Donuts but thought that it may not be a good idea since I already was over an hour late hitting the pavement. And the line outside would have put me another hour behind.

Tunes that I will be playing to keep me going are some really good ones by Toby Keith. Just thought to throw this in here because this is what willbe keeping me alive and with company for the long haul ahead.

I hit the Thruway and I nearly paniced because when I hit the Mass Pike exit I was expecting a toll booth. But there wasnt one. Here I am driving with my $2.25 in my hand waiting for something to happen and nothing did. I know Im tired but damn I would have noticed if I went through a booth without paying. Little did I realize that it was actually 3 exits in one and I had to go about 40 miles til I hit the booth.

Speaking of which, there was a car on the side of the road just before the booths and two big burley guys waiting to cross. What are you stupid? But then I noticed that there was a car that was stuck right between the toll lanes. So I stop my car and allow the guys to cross without them getting squished. They approach the car and have the two boys get out so they can push the car over to the side of the road. Now mind you that this is really stupid because traffic is coming non stop. In my rearview mirror I see them backing this car up across 4 toll lanes and hoping that no one gets killed. I didnt stick around long enough to see the results.

Onward I trudge. So now I come up on the Mass Pike Toll Plaza. I make a point of that because of the last trip when Lance and I talked about why the toll booths and the rest stops were both called plazas and he kept passing the ones that had the bathrooms. Well obviously now that Im officially on the Pike, I have to pee. And wouldnt you know it, I went right past the first rest area. Damnit.

Onward I trudge. Im watching all the other cars go bonkers because it starts to misty rain. Seems every time I come through here, its doing that. And the clouds are hanging low in the mountains. You would think that the people that travel this road alot would be used to this by now. And yep I went past the second rest area.

A third rest area looms in the distance and I pull in. Only thing is, I cant get even remotely close to the place because of all the tour buses that say ABC on the sides. Im not bashing anyone so dont get offened by this but I have never seen so many chinese people in my life. I couldnt even think about dealing with a line to get inside let alone the line to the bathroom so I stay in my car and hit the McDonalds drive thru. I get an iced coffee and a egg and cheese biscuit to wake my sorry ass up.

The phone rings and its Whosie again asking where I am and I told her the approximate area. I asked again about the exit I need to be getting off at and no one knew. Just the route number. Ok so I assume its 14 then. Yeah this will be fun because Im so good at getting lost. LOL

Im told to call when I get to a certain spot so that they can have enough time to get to the meeting point in time. Not like that would be a big deal because I can always use the bathroom while I wait for them to get there. Seems that was a good idea. And yeah I still had to pee but there wasnt a rest area in sight. Even if there was I prolly would have passed it.

So now Im approaching the call area and what is that I see up ahead? A rest area. Whoohoo!!! After drinking all that iced coffee, I reallly and I do mean reallllllly have to pee bad. I mean so bad that my teeth hurt. Im stopping and I dont care who I have to push off a toilet. So I pull in and low and behold what else do I see? More ABC buses. What the hell is this? Ive heard of taking the slow boat to China but the chinese taking the ABC bus to Boston? And why so many of them? Im saying that between the last two rest stops there had to be at least 50 of these buses.

Anywho, who cares because Im making a run for it. It has nothing to do with egg fu yung either. So I make my way to a parking spot. Thankfully that I have a handicap tag on my car. Otherwise I would have pissed in my pants half way to the sidewalk trying to get pass the crowds. Into the bathroom and I find a stall. And yes there was toilet paper to be had. This is my lucky day. And for once the automatic flusher didnt suck my ass into the bowl this time.

So now Im back out in the parking lot and I get in my car. Whew. Im feeling much better now. I back out and pull into the main lane to leave and realized that I didnt call Whosie and Maz yet. Well that slipped my mind because I had more important matters to attend to.

I call them and I get told that they are on their way to the meeting spot. I tell them where I am and thats when I realized that I only have one more exit to go. Yeah I went almost the whole length of the pike with only peeing once. Thats a new record.

So I find the exit that I need and I pay the toll. Now Im told that they are there and sitting under a giant cup of iced coffee so that they will be easy to find. Trust me, his vehicle is easy enough for me to find. Just teasing Maz. ;o)

So I see the sign for the rest area and I go to pull in but wait....its an exit off the highway. Nope thats not it. There is an exit and then right next to it as a curb apart is the exit for the rest area. Yeah that would have been fun for me to miss that sucker and have to jump the curb to get there because if I didnt then my ass would be lost in Maine or something.

I pull in and I see the cup of coffee but they arent under it. I swing around and I see them at the end of the row in front of a sign that says COFFEE. Ok, close enough. Didnt really care as long as they were there. I get out and we get in some hugs because I really missed them alot. We gather thoughts and thats when I find out why she kept calling to see where I was and how much time I had left to get there. They wanted to take more tours around the room. HAHAHA Got you guys with that one huh? ;o)

So we make a game plan that Im to follow them to the hotel. Ok, sounds easy enough. I also make it a point to tell him not to do 90 this time. LOL Well he doesnt do 90 but he does do the speed limit when possible because traffic is really heavy. There were times that we were even stopped completely. All the while I have this hot ass Stang behind me revving the engine and I was liking that alot but thats something different and means nothing to this post. Just thought to throw it in there for my benefit.

Well we are cruising along and what do I see? A friggin semi coming flying up the breakdown lane. What? And they do this legally at certain times during the day? OMG this is crazy. And then this one chick comes out and nearly shoves me into the other lane and then loops around to cut Maz off going back across to where she came from to fly off an exit ramp. What the hell is this? I thought NY drivers were bad enough. This is down right wild. I cant wait to get the hell off this road.

So now we pull into town and head for the hotel. A Best Western. Not bad. Im lost but Im happy to see a place to get out of my car and actually walk. We get some of my things out of the trunk and head inside. And up the stairs we go. And down the hall we go. Occurred to me that my bag was heavy. We get into the room and I have just enough time to pee again before we head out. I asked where we are going and the answer I get was that we need to eat. Well Im sure we do considering we need energy. LOLOL Busting on you guys again.

We go back down and this time I climb into the back seat of the toaster. I sure as hell will not be driving on that highway again til I have to leave to go home and Im not looking forward to that. Anywho, we pull into this seafood place and Im suddenly hungry. He remembered that I mentioned that I wanted a lobster roll from out here so thats what I ordered. We sat down and had a good meal and chatted for a while.

Then we were off again but this time I had no clue as to where.

Stay tuned for part two......

I know, sucks to keep you on your toes. LOLOL

My Fair Lady....

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

My Fair Lady....

On Wed the 16th I went to the fair with my daughter and my father. Its something that we do every year. And this fair I personally have gone to every year since I was born. Never missed.

So here we are as usual getting out there early to get a good parking spot up close. My father has a handicap tag because he cant walk far so that helps too.

Immediately when we get there all I hear is.... Mommy, I want some cotton candy. Honey, its only 10am. You are not getting cotton candy right now. But Mommy, Im hungry. Honey, in about an hour all the food vendors will be open and we will get lunch. But Mommy, Im hungry now and Im tired. You know that cotton candy will wake me up and then I wont whine. Honey, you need to chill out and stop getting all logical on me.

Moving onward toward the midway just to wander til everything opens up, I hear the next level of complaints. Mommy, I want to go on the rides. Honey, they arent open yet. But Mommy, there are people working on them. Yes, there are but they are still setting things up. Its still too early in the day. Ok.... Mommy, can I have cotton candy while we wait for the rides to open up? Honey, how about we wait til just before we leave the fair to go home. Later I will get you some cotton candy. Ok but we better not stay long then.

Oh geez... Its not even officially the time for them to be open in the morning and shes already started. Anywho, by about 11 we had already gone through some jewelry vendors and I got her a new italian charm bracelet and four new charms. I myself got 4 charms but I deal with that company and have an order out for more anyways.

Now she knows what time it is and that means lunch time. Grandpa, can we go get icecream? Nope. We are going to eat lunch first. Grandpa, can we get it and save it for when we are done? No we will get it when we are done eating. Grandpa, Mommy said I cant have cotton candy right now but will you get me some?

So now comes lunch. She orders a hot dog with fries and a small drink and sits down to eat. She finishes the hot dog simply because she was hungry. But she didnt like the fries. So she said she was full and her tummy was hurting her. So Grandpa ate her fries. Nothing new there.

She whined until we were done eating and moaned and groaned about a sick tummy. She does this to get attention and hurry up and lets leave the table sort of thing. Doesnt work with me though. I know all the tricks. So I said, Well since you are full and have a sick tummy, that means no icecream. Sorry Grandpa, looks like just you get some.

Mommy, can I have a drink of what you have? (Soda) Sure. Wow Mommy, my tummy feels so much better. But I should only have a little bit of icecream. Vanilla please. Never fails what she does. Pulls that one every time. So yeah Grandpa gets her some icecream and they both sit and eat it. I dont have any because I cant eat it.

So now we start to wander the fair some more. Mommy, can we go on the rides now? Not now because you just ate. But Mommy, I promise not to puke. Ha... at least not on me anyways. Nope, no rides yet. Mommy, can I get my cotton candy now?

We make our way around everything to the back area where they have all the big draft horses. If anyone knows me well enough, this is my fave area. I love these horses and I love to watch the shows. She loves them too so she goes up and pets them. Mommy, can we ride them? No honey, they are someone elses horses and these arent made for riding. Mommy, can you go ask if we can? No honey, we cant do that. You know that.

Onward we go and she knows whats coming next. The school house. She loves this place because its one where one of her ancient ancestors went to school in. So she tells Grandpa to have a seat in the park and listen to the bands while she goes to see the school. In we go and she gets a box of crayons and a picture to color from the teacher in there. They do this every year and the teacher that volunteers knows us. But this time is different. The teacher knows we will be there for a while and asks if I will fill in for her if other kids come in. Ok... Not like Im going to be doing much else for the next hour. So she leaves and I sit at the desk. A few kids come in and now we are having fun.

Poor Grandpa is sitting outside wondering if we snuck out the back door or something. So he comes in and checks. He takes a seat on a bench and waits for her to finish coloring. And he waits and he waits. About an hour later shes still coloring and chatting with the kids. The teacher has returned already and Im about to move on because its hotter than hell in there.

Next stop is the ponies. They have a small petting zoo there and there is also a tent set up for pony rides. Of course now I get about 4 tickets for her to ride 4 times. She loves this part and I dont mind her riding these. When I was her age I already had my own horse. This is natural for her. So shes having the time of her life and Im not listening to her whine about cotton candy.

After that is over we head back towards the front area which is also where the car is. Grandpa is worn out from walking. Mommy, can we go see the hay maze? Ok... Let me find somewhere for Grandpa to sit first. So off we go. On the way to the hay maze is the bunnies. Of course we have to stop there. And then the area with the baby chicks being hatched and all that. She checks all that out and goes to the hay maze which is right next to that barn. In the mean time Im watching the eggs hatch and the baby chicks falling all over each other. It was entertaining.

Ok kiddo, time to go home. Mommy, can I have my cotton candy now? Ya know what? Sure you can. So we go and get a bag and head out to the car. Whew.... what a day and shes happy. About half way home, that bag is half empty and shes passed out cold. Who would have thought that all that sugar would have knocked her out. I need to try that trick again.

We get home and about 2 hours later I hear... Mommy can I have a snack? No because you will have dinner soon. But I want the rest of my cotton candy. No you can wait.

I took a shower and I came into my room and shes at my desk reading a book. I know she couldnt get the rest of the bag of cotton candy because I have that well hidden but I know she had something. I just dont know what. Im also too tired to bother looking for it.

About ten o'clock after she went to sleep, I was sitting here doing my usual stuff when I started to run my toes on the carpet. I do this out of habit. But this time my toes hit something wet. Oh gross. The only thing that went through my mind was that the cat had been under there earlier and you know what kind of presents cats can leave.

So I rush up and go to the kitchen to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess. I get down on my hands and knees expecting the worst. Not something I wanted to do tonight after smelling all that fair food all day. The mixtures of all that tends to turn my stomach. But I was prepared for the worst and I moved my chair only to find a piece of paper where my foot was.

I remove the paper and start to plunge in with the paper towel and what should I find?

A glob of orange jello.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

I'm Wireless!!

Monday, August 14, 2006

Im Wireless !!!
Current mood: accomplished

Git yer minds out of the gutters will ya? Not that kind of wireless. I finally have my laptop up and running. It only took Bill a few hours on the phone with the cable company to get it all set up right. I swear those peopel there are bleeping morons.

Well somehow when the laptop was handed to me it had AOHELL on there as the home page. I flipped out. We all know my hatred to AOHELL. Well another 4 phone calls later and that was fixed too. All I need to do now is load up all my security stuff and Im good to go.

Well thie only other problem encountered was tha I had to run to Walmarts to get another surge strip. I already have one but its full. But thats ok because since the laptop only has a 2 hour battery and a new one costs over 100 bucks, I will need to plug it in when I get lazy.

While at Walmarts I ran into one of the other paras that I work with and she said that placements havent been done yet at the school. Well yeah I already knew that because I called them last week. Kinda pisses me off because school starts soon and I want to know whats up.

They know Im not taking a transfer so I need to stay in that building or I guess Im working somewhere else. I want my teaching job because I love it there and I love working with the kids. Worse comes to worse I will go back to working the lunch monitor shift just to stay with the district. I will have to get something else for at night.

My desk computer is still frelled and that will be going in the shop soon enough. Can ya tell how frustrated I am because of not correcting typos?

Once thats cleaned out I will make sure I spell everything right. :D

BC goes POOF

Saturday, August 12, 2006

BC goes POOF
Current mood: blah

Yeah its magic. Shit happens. And today was one of those days.

I wake up this morning to the phone ringing. I was on line a little later than normal. Yeah there is such a thing. Anywho, I got up and after hanging up the phone, I went to the kitchen to get a drink and what did I see?

I saw the little cake that we had for her birthday sitting on the kitchen table. I know I put it up high last night but she got it and ate all the fudge frosting off the top.

I went in search of her and she was in the livingroom on the couch watching cartoons and you could see that she was zooming on a sugar high. So Im sorry to say that she wasnt allowed any cake today at her party. She did get to have some later on after dinner though. She was extremely hyper and thats not a good thing for her.

Also I would like to point out that my pharmacist is awesome. I ran out of Imitrex last week and today was a day that I needed one. So I called in a refil and the stupid thing is automated so you punch the numbers in and a machine takes the order. Well the machine told me that it wouldnt be ready til tomorrow.

Oh imagine that. I tried to change the day and time for pick up and it wouldnt let me. I even called back to try it again. Damn machine. So I said screw this and got in my car and went over there to see if I could get it for this evening. I walked into the store and he was standing there at the register with my Rx in his hand. He said he was waiting for me to show up. Gawd bless that man.

I would also like to add that Im now officially on the mend over the loss of my dog. My friend Tracie came over today to have cake and pizza with Cami. She brought her dog Porter with her. I was a little worried of how I would handle him in the house because hes so much like Holly. Im used to going to her house to see him.

Well I will have to say that it truely helped me in so many ways. Hes a Greman Shepherd/Rottie mix and he has the same look and texture of fur that Holly had. So I was snuggly with him and shared my pizza with him.

I took my Imitrex and I had to lay on the couch for a while because my head was really hurting. He came over and laid next to me and I just snuggled right into that fur. It was so real for me. So soothing. I didnt cry at all and I was so thrilled for that feeling.

It was his fur and the way he was snuggling. I thought I would never feel that again. If I closed my eyes, it was all there. It was a dream and I relished in it. It was the release I had been searching for. Only difference was that hes not as fat and soft like she was. But it was the way he acts and the texture of his fur that did it for me. Im ready again. I feel relieved again. I know I can find peace now. Thank you Tracie and Porter.

Now for the bullshit of my day. As the title states, my computer went on the run. After Tracie left, I logged on my computer and I was getting all kinds of error messages. I paniced. I called up a friend but hes in no condition tonight to help me with it. So I called the guy that usually works on my computer.

Well it just so happened that the only place it was affecting was the Dope board. Well hell... I NEED to be there. I was able to make a post letting people know that I was having problems before it shut me down. Every time I logged on to that board, it would give me a memory line error and log me off and I would lose the window for it.

I was told that when my computer did the automatic updates last night, it installed something that crashed my memory files in IE. And it so happened to be the files I need for the board. Shit. Thats not a good thing. So we installed Mozilla to help stablize my computer til I can get all my files to a safe storage email. This way in case I crash, I dont lose anything.

So prolly Monda or Tuesday, I will be off line for a few days while my computer gets fixed.

So here I sit tonight getting things ready for it. Just letting everyone know that if Im not on you will know where I am. Sitting in my room bugging out and chewing off all my nails because I dont have a computer.

An Angel

Saturday, August 12, 2006

An Angel

Today was my daughter's birthday. I can say that she was truely blessed today. I knew the interview was coming and I was waiting patiently. Yeah I can do that sometimes. Ok ok... So I was a bit excited this morning.

I had to meet my father, sister and neice today to go out to lunch with her at noon but I was dragging my ass in bed waiting for that particular phone call. About 10:30 I couldnt wait anymore and I had to jump in the shower.

I no sooner get in there and the phone rings. She runs to answer it and all i heard next was Mommy!! Mommy!! Its Kelley on the phone!! Shes literally squealing and jumping up and down and running all through the house.

Im thinking shes very happy. Yep, Im sooo right about that. Well she comes back in to tell me that Kelley will call me back. So Im hurrying up with my shower so that I can call her back and hear it all for myself.

Yep. She did it. She really did it. She made my little girl the happiest in the world. Her idol Ben Browder himself said Happy Birthday to her and she even said thank you to him. It was a recorded interview but she was so thankful to him for doing that for her. She was so happy. I dont think she will ever forget this for the rest of her life.

You know like when you get your first kiss on the cheek, you never want to wash your face again. This is how shes reacting. Sorry kid but you do have to wash behind your ears. I dont want a garden growing back there.

I want to take this time to tell you thank you Kelley. You have done something so special for her. And also I want to thank Ben for making my little baby so excited for her birthday. This is truely the best gift she has ever received.

After the phone calls, she calls my mom and brags to her about it. Now mind you that my mom is also a Ben fan. So much so that she stole one of my posters and tried to steal my Burbank Con shirt. Not happening. Sorry mom but you cant have that.

So yeah my mom is jealous. Anywho, I give her a little trim on her bangs after her shower and we both get ready to head out the door. We get to my fathers place and of course she has to tell him all about it. He has no clue what shes talking about but goes along with it. My sister and neice show up and she tells them too. This kid is still beyond excited.

We get to the mall and we head to the 99 for lunch. Mind you that all the waitresses know her and so does the hostess. She tells them all about it too. Shes literally bouncing.

So we all sit down and order and she gets these little coloring books that are also the kids menus. My sister helps her do the books, even though shes done them a million times already. But its all a fun game for her and it keeps her occupied til the food comes.

After we eat, my sister does the funniest thing. She also works for the school district where she lives so shes a wild one around the kids as well. She puts these fake teeth in and hopes to see if my daughter notices. Its hysterical. The funniest part was that my sister just couldnt hold a straight face while doing it.

We had alot of fun with that and then the waitresses all come with the birthday treat. Yeah they sing and all that. Well they bring in a candle stuck in the top of a rootbeer float. Well thats what she ordered. So heres my sister telling her that root beer is beer from roots and shes going to get drunk. Tat too was hysterical because Im still not sure if Cam believed her or not. It was fun.

We then go into the store so that she can pick something out for a gift from my sister. She got a Barbie with a horse stable. Its really cute and I know she will have fun with it. No glitter on this one. That last one that I blogged about was insane. Im still finding glitter everywhere.

So after that my father gets her a Starburst Edition of Farscape. She wanted her own PKW DVD but thats ok that she can borrow mine. By the way, thats the show that Ben Browder is on. So yeah shes happy about that. This is a major thing for her.

Now back at home she was sitting in her room watching it and she had a little cake today. Nothing much because tomorrow she will be having yet another party. And then on Sunday another one at the camp. I will be blogging about those.

Tonight Im sitting quietly talking to a few friends while watching the Dope board for those that are coming in to listen to the interview that we linked up through there. Yes Kelley and I are pushers and pimps for our beloved board.

Things are quiet now. Im sure it will pick up again tomorrow.

Once again..... Thank you guys for all the birthday wishes for her. You guys all made her very happy today.

Oh and also I want to thank Whosie for the ecard and also to Girlie for the ones she sent as well. That chin one was hysterical and the bloopers even better.

Its all fun and games til your chin loses an eye. Especially when the one guy almost says Shit. HAHAHAHAHA

Thanks to everyone. You are all in our hearts for all that you have done for us. We love you.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Im still here....

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Im still here

Current mood: exhausted

I know its been a while since I have written anything. Its just been really crazy. Last week I had something happen. I woke up one morning and all hell broke loose in my mid to lower back. Yeah it was a real pleasure cruise.

First I woke up and I felt the pinch. Knocked the wind out of me. I scrambled to get out of bed and the damn cat wouldnt move. It was more of a chore to move her than it was my chair thats next to my bed.

Anywho, I make it up and Im literally walking on my toes to find the heating pad. Seemed like a good idea at the time. I finally find it about a half hour later. In the least likeliest places. On top of my dresser. Yep. Not like I look for a heating pad there all the time. My dresser is not in my room though. So that counts for something stupid.

Well now comes the fun part, finding a plug that is near a place for me to lay down. Nope. Not happening. Damnit. There goes that bright idea. Hey it was a good idea. Just a stupid idea to have the couch in the wrong spot.

I remembered that I have some ludicaine patches somewhere. Yeah somewhere that I cant find them. So once again off I tiptoe around the house, groaning in pain. Im barely breathing because it hurts so bad.

My daughter finds them for me. Smart girl. They are on the top shelf of a cabinet in the kitchen. Well crap for that. How the hell am I supposed to reach them? She then reminds me that we have one of those grabby things for short people like me that cant reach way up high.

Ok now where is this grabby thing? I tiptoe around the house some more. Didnt have to go far because she comes running out of her room with it. Yeah like I would have ever found anything in her room. That place can be an archiological dig.

So I reach up and get the box of pain patches. Ahhhh relief is in sight. Oh wait. The pain is in my back right below my shoulder blade. How am I supposed to get these things on there? Yeah the thought of an out of body experience did cross my mind. Hey, it could happen. Just not today. Sorry folks, Im not that good under this kind of pain.

So the only thing left to do is to have her put a couple of them on for me. I gotta hand it to her, shes a smart kid. She knew what to do. She didnt like how they felt though. That was an expression that could have been a kodak moment if only I could operate a camera in this time of pain.

Anywho, after a few days now, the pain has eased up and I was using Ben Gay patches because for the life of me, I couldnt see how the pain patches were making it better. The pain went away but the knots didnt. So yeah for a couple of days I smelled like menthol. Not like Whosies washer but the medicated kind.

I would also like to point out that on Monday I was forced to readopt out Buddy. I know some of you will miss the fun midnight posts of this crazy kitty but something went terribly wrong. He developed a very bad dominance over Sara and he was attacking her every chance he got. When I mean attacking, I mean pouncing on her and biting the hell out of her neck.

And when we tried to pull him off her, he would bite our hands and claw at us. Not a good thing. He needed to be in a home where there was no other animals. Where he could be the sole attention getter. He was a very cuddly kitty and lots of love except when Sara was around.

Also something thats been going on. Back in June, I lost all my fish. Not that they ran away or someone stole them. They all died of ICK. I got 3 new sharks for my birthday. Two large and one smaller to match the size of the one shark I had in there. Well that one smaller one was infected and I didnt know it til it was too late. The ick, in turn, wiped out all my other fish in a matter of three days. I tried to treat them but it was a mess. I was truely devastated to lose my two very large blushing angel fish that I had for 6 years.

So my tank has remained empty all this time. I love fish and its been dragging on me all this time. Well I talked to my daughter and since her birthday is Friday, she helped me completely clean out the tank and reset it up again. So I will take her to the store to get her some fish to put in it.

I will let her pick out what she wants, within reason, in the tank and she can learn how to take care of them. Its a very large tank so this should be fun. She already said she wants, in her words, a big gold fish with bulging eyeballs. You know the kind that look like their cheeks exploded. Such a sweet child she is. I think she needs to watch less tv now.

She also wants very colorful fish. She mentioned the little blue striped ones. I call them neons. Yep, those are the ones. But she also wants new angel fish. Hard to explain to her that the angel fish will eat the neons. She argued that the angels will only eat feeder fish. Ummm... hello, neons are the same size as feeders.

When we get to the store she will see that for herself. She also wants something with spots. She couldnt remeber the name of them but I know she means Cory fish. They are the little bottom feeders that look like they have little mustaches. Ok we can get those too. They are cool.
If I had my choice in restocking this tank, I would be getting a Pacu and an Oscar but if I know her, she will be missing a finger or two later.

Back to Sara now that Buddy isnt here. Before he came, she was so far up my ass it wasnt funny. She was supposed to be my daughters cat but turned out she wanted to attach herself to me. I had a shadow everywhere I went. Even to the bathroom. Hello kitty, I can pee by myself just fine. There is only one door to the bathroom. Dont worry, I dont plan on jumping out a second story window any time soon.

Well while Buddy was here, she was always fighting for her usual spot on the bed and for my sole attention. I couldnt give her that because I was too busy pulling him off the drapes or putting bandaids on my hands.

Well now that hes not here anymore, shes back to her ole attention mooch self. As Im typing this, I have to remove her from my keyboard. So shes sitting on the arm of my chair being a royal pain in the ass but I love her dearly.

So tomorrow, Thursday, Im going to finalize my fish tank to get it completely ready with a new filter and all that jazz. Oh wait, today is Thursday. Yeah it is because its almost 2am. Damn I need to sleep. Not happening though because Im still getting stuff ready to call my ISP to hook me up with my laptop.

More on that when I am more awake. I have some fun stuff to write about that too.
Good night and sweet dreams to anyone still awake reading this. Or good morning to those whome I know will wake up and jump to come in here to see if Im still alive.

Should I bother to edit this? Nah.... Im going to bed.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Oh What A Night....

I know I go to bed late but damn, this was killer. I went out last night and when I got home, she was still up. Not a major thing though. I put her to bed and set up the gate. This is supposed to keep Buddy out of her room. Yeah it keeps him out but she lets him in. Then she gets all mad because he climbs up and jumps out.

He was in a riled up state last night and was zooming through the house. Completely drove me nuts. She isnt going to sleep any time soon. So anywho, I was sitting in here on line with Jade and it was getting late. I heard the bathroom door opening and closing a few times so I got up to investigate. Sure enough, she was awake and Buddy was in her room. She was talking to him and laughing. I whispered to her that if she doesnt go to sleep now, she was in big trouble.

I took the cat out and closed the gate once again. Shes trying to tell me that he jumps the gate and I know he doesnt. Hes out in the kitchen playing with his tingle balls and I hear someone laughing. I mean full belly laugh. I check in her room and sure enough she has some toys in her bed. Mind you that its now about 1:30 am. Im exhausted and ready to shut it all down. I took cold meds earlier and was almost out but I cant sleep while she is still awake.

Yep, this time I go in and take the toys away. Im getting really tired of this. About 2am I hear the giggling again and now she has Buddy back in there playing with him. Before I could get to her room I hear a scream. Yep, sure enough, he scratched her on the arm. Nothing major. But it was enough that she didnt like it. He wanted to sleep. Yeah can you imagine that? The cat wanted to actually sleep at night. Im stunned but thats besides the point.

So I send him back out of her room and I gave her a little lecture about what sleep is. This time I closed her door. You could see it in her eyes that she was over tired. Im sure you could see it in mine as well. I want sleep.

In the mean time I see him in front of this cabinet that I have across from the bathroom door. The door is closed and there is no lights on. Hes sitting there with his ears cocked up and his head was darting. He was hearing something. He would poke his paw out and then stop to listen again.

I watched this for a little while wondering what the hell he was tracking. It was amusing. Seriously. So I opened the bathroom door so that there was some light. Then I turned the kitchen light on. Hes still there watching and listening to what ever it was that was there. Im thinking that there was something under the cabinet.

By this time hes going crazy for what ever this is. The base goes to the floor so it couldnt have been one of his toys that he was looking for. Watching him more closer, I discovered that what ever it was wasnt under the cabinet but in front of it. What the hell is he tracking? This is driving me crazy now because I want to know what it is. I step in for a closer look. Yeah, Im now standing above him bent over trying to see whats on the carpet.

Hes batting at something but I dont see anything. And what ever it is, he can hear it. I get down on my hands and knees in the kitchen doorway. He takes a swing and misses. He takes another swing and misses again. I lean in closer. He swings again and misses. At least I think he misses.
A little closer and now hes trying with his mouth to bite it. He swings again. Nothing. What the hell is it? He sits back and cocks his head. He follows what ever it is to the right along the edge of the wood on the carpet. What ever it is, its in the crack where the two meet. He bats at it again with his paw. I still cant see what it is he is after.

He swipes again and slam, a home run out onto the kitchen floor. I jumped up to my feet and scrambled backwards. I hit the table with my back and that hurt like hell. Yeah there is a small bruise there now but I dont care. Hes chasing the thing across the floor. But he keeps sending it flying into my foot. So this in turm makes me jump even more. Im trying to get out of his way and he keeps batting at it. All I can see is a tiny brown dot sliding across the floor. Well if its brown, I wouldnt have seen it on the dark burgundy carpet. But he did. And he heard it as well. Thats some pretty sharp hearing. Im keeping him because he will be a kick ass mouser. No more SNAP in my house.

Anywho, hes still batting this thing around and quite frankly, its freaking me out because I still dont know what it is. I mean for all I know its a tiny piece of cat food that he is playing with. Well wait, it cant be because he was tracking it. Cat food doesnt move on its own. Shit. What the hell is it?

Well once again it slides into my foot and bounces a few times. I picked him up just so he would stop swinging at it. HOLYHELLITSASPIDER!!!!!!!!! You sonofab....!!! Hes chasing a spider around my floor and the thing is hitting my foot. Its now crawling trying to get away and its next to my foot!!!! I scream and try to dart out of the way. In the mean time I dropped him and scrambled for a paper towel to kill it. I get the roll and tear off a sheet and crumple it up.

I turn around to trap it and what do I see? Well I dont see a spider. I see a calm kitty sitting there cute as can be all quietly looking up at me for approval. What was he doing? I'll tell you what he was doing. He was looking at me dead in the face and chewing. Yes chewing!!! The little sucker ate it. He ate the spider!!! What do I do? Do I make him spit it out? I picked him up and opened his mouth just in time for him to swallow. Good Gawd!!. He swallowed it.

Now he decides to get all snuggly and hes purring. Did I do good mamma? Did I catch that monster and make sure it couldnt hurt you? Awwwwww what a good kitty. But next time dont eat it. Thats just gross.

In the mean time I didnt even notice that Sara was in my bedroom doorway watching this the entire time. I think she was laughing. In fact I know she was. She just had that look on her face. So yeah I put him down and pick her up and cuddle her too. Shes loving it right up.

Ok guys, bed time. I left my door open but closed the bathroom door. If I dont then he has a field day with the toilet paper. So I crawl into bed and Sara jumps up too. She comes up and snuggles into my neck and I look at the clock. 3:12 am. Im going to dreamland. I just dozed off and I feel something bounce on my bed. Eh...whatever, Im out like a light. I woke up about 6 am to having Sara purring in my neck and a long stretched out furball vibrating against my back.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Someone has the Sneezles...

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Someone has the Sneezles

I took Sara to the vet today and shes still not too thrilled about it. At first she refused to go into the carrier. What a task that was. I put her little bed in there and a soft towel to cuddle but she was pushing back with all her weight. Shes not a light cat either.

I put her in the car in the front seat next to me because I knew she would be freaking out. Yep. As soon as the car door closed she was crying something bad. Breaks my heart.

I put my fingers in the little holes to soothe her and she was all snuggles. But she was just crying and crying. I put some music on and that actually helped. So now I know my kitty likes Toby Keith. She stopped crying and just settled in. I think shes used to listening to him from being in my room all the time.

So all the way to the vet she was sort of calm. Once there I had to take her out of the car and she wasnt too thrilled about that. Plus it being hot and humid wasnt a good thing either. I myself wouldnt have wated to be in that carrier either. I wish I could have had her on a leash and that way she would have been snuggled against my chest. I think she woul have been happier.

We get into the place and head to the back to the vet office. I fill out all her paperwork and she gets weighed in. 12.80 pounds of fur. She was really good about it and let them do what they had to do.

In the examining room she sat there in her carrier base just waiting to see what they do next. She got checked out pretty good. Her ears are fine. Her breathing and heart rate is fine. She really didnt appreciate getting violated with the thermometer though. But then again I myself wouldnt want it checked that way either.

Everything was fine. But while there she did sneeze a bit and she coughed once. Her eye was still runny so they cleaned that off for her. She was just so good for them. Here I thought she was going to go nuts and start tearing up the place. Shes a very calm and snuggly cat.

Once that was all done the vet herself came in and checked her over and recommened some medicine for her to take. Now Im a little concerned. I have given meds to dogs before. Oral meds Im talking about. Giving shots to an animal is easy for me but oral meds is a pain in the ass.

Im remembering all the fun I had with the dogs and thinking about the joy of giving a cat a pill. Time to strap on the socks on her paws and pray for the best. Nope. Not a bad thing at all. Actually it was easier to give her a pill than it was for the dogs. No effort what so ever. I must be dreaming.

She took the pill and the liquid no problem and then settled down on her little bed again. Then they hit me with the bill. I knew it was $40 to come in for the office fee. I was thinking that with the exam and the meds that I was going to have to take a small loan out and donate some blood to pay for it. Nope. Not too shabby. The total was $71.

Now I get her back in the carrier and head to the front of the store. I had adopted her back in October and I adopted another one a month ago. The adoption clinic was in full swing on a Saturday and I wanted to look at all the little baby kitties.

When I wanted to adopt a kitten for Cam earlier we were going to look for something blonde or blonde striped. They didnt have any thenbut they sure did today. They also had two adult cats that had close to the same markings that Sara has. I wish I could get one of those. They are beautiful.

When I was looking two of the volunteers came out and they saw the kitty I had and they recognized her right off. They called her Charlotte because that was her original name. Thats so funny that they would remember the names of the ones that were adopted out. They even remembered that Im the one that adopted Stripey whome I have renamed Buddy.

So now we are home and all fed and napping. She had a busy day and shes feeling a little better. She doesnt hate me for taking her there so thats a good sign. I know she loves and trusts me. Shes my baby kitty and I want her to be healthy. One thing they want me to do is to make sure I brush her teeth. Ive done this to my dogs but never to a cat. How much fun is this going to be? I guess I will find out tomorrow. Im not going to put her through anything more today.

But shes eating good and drinking good. And snoozing away as usual.

My Poor Kitty Cat...

Friday, July 28, 2006

My poor kitty cat.....

I feel so bad for her. Last night about 2am she was sneezing and coughing and her eyes were all puffy. This morning its no different. Her one eye just runs. I feel so bad for her and shes just been sleeping all day. Not like this isnt normal but when the kitten comes in and sits on her and she doesnt bite him.... Well thats not normal. I have an appointment for her at 1pm tomorrow. Shes just not playful at all.

Buddy on the other hand is a complete terror. He has this thing for my curtains. I have one panel that is completely shredded. Not that they are expensive or anything. Yeah right like I could actually afford it. But he just climbs up and sits at the top like hes some kind of king or something. Get the hell down butthead.

So this morning he was tearing up the place and Im trying to sleep. Yes that wonderful word that alludes me most nights was actually calling to me last night. But alas, I was not to get any.
I was allowed to doze off a few times and that was quickly stopped by two front paws sliding over the top of my head and down my face. That followed by a rough tongue on my nose. I shouldnt complain because at least it was Buddy's face and not his ass. Thats one thing I hate the most is waking up to a cats ass in the vicinity of my face.

The other thing that makes me wonder is why cats love to get into everything that you tell them not to. Im thinking that I should tell him to jump in the toilet and maybe that would help. Not only does he tear up the toilet paper but he has a thing of doing it in the bath tub right after I take a shower.

Now this morning he was into a tub of butter. It just so happened to be sitting on my washing machine that just so happenes to be in my kitchen. Now mind you that he cant just sit there and lick it. And yes I threw it away after. But anywho, I come out of my room and there is little greasy paw prints everywhere. I mean everywhere. The stove, the table, the counter, the floor. I was debating on making him run on the linolium just to see how well he can slide.

So off to his little kitty time out. I very well cant clean anything up while hes on the loose. He has a field day with everything I use to clean with. I think hes the only cat thats not afraid of the vac. Stupid that he is though, he actually decided that toilet paper isnt nearly as much fun as a whole roll of paper towels.

Both cats have pretty much slept all day and are now awake. Sara is hiding behind my door as Buddy is in the kitchen once again getting into something. Its too quiet out there. I just checked and hes quietly playing with a toy mouse. At least hes good for something.

Im just worried about Sara. Shes just not feeling very well and that worries me alot. Usually shes at my side. Shes my attachment and all lovey with me. Tonight she lets me just pet her but shes just so out of it. I hope its nothing serious. We shall see tomorrow.

I hate mothballs....

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

I hate mothballs....

Ok so this is the part two of yesterdays post. I show up to the scene of the crime. No one is outside selling tickets so thats a good sign so far. I enter the building expecting the worst though. Hey, theres work to be done.

Anywho, he lets me in and proceeds to immediately tell me to go out back and get one of the milk crates that they use for recycling. Yeah riiiight. Im sure that there is something also using it for a home.

I go out the laundry room door and up the back stairs to the back door. Mind you that this is only a half a flight so nothing bad there. Just a washing machine, a dryer, a couple of furnaces and a couple of hot water tanks. Nothing major.

Once outside, I locate the milk crate that he wants and proceed to pick it up. Nothing living on it. I dump out the two cans that are in it into another bin and look inside. Nothing living in it either. So far so good. I carry it back to the door and thats when I see Cam poking her head out.

Shes half way up the stairs and I hand the crate in to her. She takes it and I tell her that there are bugs all over it. Im sure that if anyone in the building was asleep, they arent anymore. She screams and drops the crate and it goes bouncing down the stairs and rebounds off the furnace. That was entertaining. I couldnt stop laughing. Boy was she pissed. Then again, so was my father.

Now upon reentering the apartment, he demands the blue tape. What the hell does he want blue tape for? Im soon to find out when I hand it to him. Needless to say that he now wants me to open the package because he very well cant pick out the starting point of the tape because there is a wrapper on it. Didnt stop him from trying for a while though. I go into the kitchen for a small knife and pop the seal and throw away the wrapper.

I hand him the roll and he proceeds to place a strip of about 3 feet along the wall just under the part thats going to need puttying. Yep. Just tape on the wall. Im thinking hes crazy for doing this but its his project. Not that I can tell him anything different. You know like, how about putting up the plastic sheeting before you tape it? Nah...

He then takes out said plastic sheeting and gets all sorts of pissed because its all folded and he just cant seem to get it to open up for him. After a few moments and cursing, he finally gets most of it open and then wants me to hand him a little tab of the blue tape. Now he puts the plastic up to the tape thats already there and puts a tab on it. Ya know, to hold it in place while he tapes the rest of it up over the tape thats already there. Yeah, Im silently questioning this step too but what can I say.

With that done he places the plastic out over the floor and puts the crate on it. Gathering up all the tools that he left out on his table for me, I place them on the floor next to the crate and gather myself to start the task. Nope. He puts himself in front of the crate and says that he hopes it will hold his ass. If not then Im sure there will be yet another spot that will need to be patched.

He sits down and grabs a flat head screw driver. Im so glad that Im not the one doing this now because that wasnt my tool of choice. Anywho, he proceeds to scrape away the paint that is obviously affected by the damage the termites caused. A nice perfect trail emerges but there is no actual hole. Just a flat area where the bugs were. Or still are in the sheet rock. I dont know. I cant see the little buggers and Im not going to put my nose up to the wall to try to either.

There are a couple of spots like this. Nothing big but maybe about a foot in lenght. But still no hole. Now what to do? I didnt even have a chance to think when I see him take the screw driver and ram it into the wall. Yep you guessed it. Theres a hole there now. Im thinking to myself, what the hell is he doing?

Oh Im sure to soon find out when he tells me to go in the kitchen and grab a box of mothballs. Now mind you that Im allergic to these things. Not by touch but by means of my sinuses. I cant tolerate the smell of mothballs. I know why moths dont either. Probably gives them a headache too. With my eyes crossed, I hand him the box.

Well that wasnt good enough because he hands it right back to me and tells me that he wants it opened. Oh geez... You have to be kidding. So yeah I go out to the kitchen and try to pull the tab. A little piece comes off. I pull more and more and it comes off piece by piece. Well if this dont suck. Im barely breathing and my eyes are running. The swelling behind them is killing whats left of my sinuses and Im about to grab that screw driver. Off comes the top and I hand the box back to him.

Thats still not good enough because now he wants me to get him one of the the little white balls that are inside. WTF is wrong with this picture? Put the frelling box down in front of you and take one out yourself. Nope he cant do that because the plactic that is taped to the wall is pretty much a slope.

Ok ok, I pull one out of the box and hand it to him. He puts it up to the wall and its not going to fit in the hole that he made. He then drops the stupid thing and off it rolls. Where it went, I have no idea and Im not about to look for it.

Slam goes the screw driver again and he makes the hole bigger. Now he wants another ball from the box that dummy me is still holding. I hand him another one and that too doesnt fit the hole. He hands the ball back to me and makes the hole a little bigger.

I give him back the ball and he pops it in the hole this time. A perfect fit. By this time my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and every nerve in my sinuses is screaming in pain. What do you think he tells me to do next? Yep. One by one I hand him the balls from the box. After about twenty of these things he tells me to stop. What? Stop? You're kidding me. Has my torture session truely ended?

Imagine that. Now he wants to put yet another hole on the other side of the stud in the wall. Oh hell no. I will not be a part of this. I take the box and go back to the kitchen and put the entire box inside a plastic bag and seal it up. My head is spinning. Oh look at the pretty colors. The light is flashing in my eyes and I have a full blown migraine.

He then grabs for the little tub of putty. Whew. The hard part is over. He puttys up the trails and and then attempts to fill the hole. Its not a huge hole but this is going to be fun. He does a very nice job of it though. After he smooths it all out he puts the top on and hands me the putty knives. Im in the kitchen cleaning them off while he gets up off the crate. That wasnt something I wanted to watch anyways.

That task completed he tells me that I need to come back tomorrow to sand off the wall and redo the hole again. Not a big deal. Easy enough. At least he left the plastic in place on the wall. The crate gets moved out of the way and the plastic on the floor folded and the job is done for the day.

Hardly. He now shows me all through the apartment where there are tiny spots that are evidently potential locations for termites. Oh goodie. Thats my job for tomorrow is to putty them up too. Nothing bad but Im sure he will make another project by putting more holes in the walls for more moth balls to go in.

Im looking for some fresh air to breathe when he suggests that we go out to lunch. Fine by me and off we go. After that we stop in to Kmart and pick up some school supplies for the brat. Yeah she was very good and sat very patiently through all that back at the house. She was rewarded with a treat and we then went home.

My head is still pounding and I just cant seem to get that smell of moth balls out of my sinuses. Im thinking that I need to stick my head in the freezer for a little while. I dont know if that will help but its hotter than hell out today. Oh wait... I have some freezy pops in there. Im thinking a nice sugar rush will do the trick.

The Ladies Room

This was sent to me and I thought I would share it....

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.

You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there were one, but there isn't - so you carefully but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume "The Stance."

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"

Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It is still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes open your stall door because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain, her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get." By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a firehose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At that point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women, still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toiletpaper trailing from your shoe. ( Where was that when you NEEDED it??)

You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your man, who has long since entered, used and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a publicrestroom (rest??? you've got to be kidding!!).

It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked question about why women go to the restroom in pairs.

It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!!